Now (feat. Tré5ive)
Hey
I pulled up on shawty today
She love how I count up this cake
Cut the grass so I'm seein the the snakes
Never hang w a lame
Never hang w a opp
Never let em speak down on the gang
Put in pain on the block
Always keep you a glock
And make sure they remember ya name
I remember those nights we was clutchin them pipes
Made a fuck nigga dance he a opp now
I was gone off the xans I was stuck in a trance
She a baddie she wanna give me top now
See me chasin my dreams to the top now
Yeah my niggas we never gone stop now
See us spinnin we hittin the block now
With them heaters you know we gone pop now
Yeah
Uh
Don't play w my boys we official
I'm takin off just like a missile
I'll pipe and I swear I won't miss you
No
I pour that shit up no issue
Lil baby she say I got issues
We'll blow that shit down like some tissues oh
Yeah
Took a right pull up on ya block now
Got some tips on the stick better get down
Spray his crib
Get him hit
It's gone get loud
Take his bitch on a trip
Ima skip town
Take her out for the night she get dicked down
Wake up in the morning she kicked out
You know we not givin a shit now
Fade back to the crib cause the pack down
I'ma G I ain't never gone back down
223 he get hit w a mack round
Got a Draco it's filled with them green tips
Like the bullets same color my beam is
Purple my cup it's not kool-aid I'm drinkin
Nigga I feel like I'm sinking
Popped like a pill I don't know what he thinking
Last night was mad real
I woke up a lil drunk need a advil
Got some pictures on IG I'm tagged in em
Now there's clothes on the floor and they all denim
Nigga woah
I had crashed out
I popped me a perccy and passed out
Now that bitch sayin I blew her back out
But she cappin she probably tapped out
Nigga woah
Ooh
I did it again
She say that she love me
We better as friends
She wanted my love
I told her depends
If you want you a problem come get in the blend
These niggas ain't solid gone fold in the end
We gone aim at his head and knock off his dreads
Give a fuck what he said
I'm bangin the red
You know that we gone leave them lil niggas dead
I pulled up on shawty today
She love how I count up this cake
Cut the grass so I'm seein the the snakes
Never hang w a lame
Never hang w a opp
Never let em speak down on the gang
Put in pain on the block
Always keep you a glock
And make sure they remember ya name
I remember those nights we was clutchin them pipes
Made a fuck nigga dance he a opp now
I was gone off the xans I was stuck in a trance
She a baddie she wanna give me top now
See me chasin my dreams to the top now
Yeah my niggas we never gone stop now
See us spinnin we hittin the block now
With them heaters you know we gone pop now
Yeah
Uh
Don't play w my boys we official
I'm takin off just like a missile
I'll pipe and I swear I won't miss you
No
I pour that shit up no issue
Lil baby she say I got issues
We'll blow that shit down like some tissues oh
Yeah
Took a right pull up on ya block now
Got some tips on the stick better get down
Spray his crib
Get him hit
It's gone get loud
Take his bitch on a trip
Ima skip town
Take her out for the night she get dicked down
Wake up in the morning she kicked out
You know we not givin a shit now
Fade back to the crib cause the pack down
I'ma G I ain't never gone back down
223 he get hit w a mack round
Got a Draco it's filled with them green tips
Like the bullets same color my beam is
Purple my cup it's not kool-aid I'm drinkin
Nigga I feel like I'm sinking
Popped like a pill I don't know what he thinking
Last night was mad real
I woke up a lil drunk need a advil
Got some pictures on IG I'm tagged in em
Now there's clothes on the floor and they all denim
Nigga woah
I had crashed out
I popped me a perccy and passed out
Now that bitch sayin I blew her back out
But she cappin she probably tapped out
Nigga woah
Ooh
I did it again
She say that she love me
We better as friends
She wanted my love
I told her depends
If you want you a problem come get in the blend
These niggas ain't solid gone fold in the end
We gone aim at his head and knock off his dreads
Give a fuck what he said
I'm bangin the red
You know that we gone leave them lil niggas dead
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Writer(s): Vincent Holloway
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